Saturday Morning

• Declan Howlett
• Poetry
• 2004

Early in the morning
the air is crisp
and cold.
Before the sun
is fully awake.
They gather
in ones and twos
greeting eact other
quietly
with a welcome familiarity.
The group slowly grows
and waits.

A bus pulls up
and they sidle on.
Setting off
with anticipation
thick on the air.